Correction Lyrics n*ggaz Mad Cuz I Can Rap by Jay Rock

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n***as mad that I can rap
Just imagine if I stayed in the trap
Cooking up chickens like Colonel Sanders up in the kitchen
I spit it like I'm reminiscin'
Make it a premonition
Listen
I was just a lad on my project steps
Now that I'm thinking back, the projects was the best
But n***as mad that I can rap
They even turn they heads when they giving me dap
Because they b*t*hes' heads always fall in my lap
I just jump and I swim, and I run me a lap
I wish Q-Tip would've given me this track
I would've boddied it, like the aftermath or shotty kicks[?]
Supеrb, with my nouns and verbs
I can splurge a rhyme, or takе a rapper's critical lifeline
On my life I'm not lying
They bite mine, I'm a pipe bomb, squeezin' the game
Big guns like SOCOM, I got aim
Troopas bazookas could shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 o's of coke
Round table, mixin' Hennesy with the coke
This gonna be a cold winter, better buy a coat
Top Dog money gang, n***a we a cult
I ain't got a bank account, dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me my check and respect, I demand all that
Before I (pop pop) blam all that
And my gun don't jam like that, bombaclot
Get your mama shot, me fear none

Where the rum, Jay Rock?
Go 'head and flex
I be at them n***as' necks like a racist cop
Just better hope they stay afloat like a boat at the dock
Somebody call me a doc, I'm 'bout to lose it
Ironically I'm smart as [?], but my flow stupid
So stupid that I closed my eyes, wrote a rhyme
By my fourteenth bar, envisioned The Three Stooges
Expression of the sh*t I write is like who pooed it?
I sh*t on a rapper, then make they wifey call me Brutus
However we can do this
Flow sharper than a machete
And I can stab you in the back like I'm Judas
You rap like your raps is the hottest or the coolest
I rap like I'm wrapped in the hands of a god
Throw a fire bar then I scream out HADUKEN
I'm Ryu when I ride through, how you
Pyrus and the Crips say how you?
Because I turn a session into a typhoon
And boogie boys couldn't last one second, two
But n***as mad that I can rap
My arsenal make you look all bad for a rack
And you can admire me in the lab for a rack
I need a variety, b*t*hes of cosmetology that could jump on the head
But you can keep all the rats, just model b*t*hes with ass
That sit on top of they backs
I'm on top and I'm back
For the first time like a newborn spinal cord
That's a line, press record

What's goin' on?
Why do you refuse to
Feel me, feel me, feel me
Lord, I need you to
Feel me, feel me, feel me

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